La Vencida
Manguala
The Defeated
Some things don't hurt as much anymore
When you let them go
When the executioner becomes a cripple
It's time to make a choice
Stay and let it keep hurting
While he recovers
Or thank him for the company
And leave on any given day
These days feel kind of blurry
Like they're not so clear
Some trains are moving forward
And others are going the other way
Getting out of the fog is overwhelming
Being untethered
Free to focus on other things
Free to be pissed off
I didn't tell you about the time
I felt like I was in the afterlife
I didn't tell you about the time
I mixed up a few things
I didn't tell you about the time I felt
Like it was going to be the last time
Promises are like contracts
Made by drunks
One with the sweet taste of power
The other with cheap stories
And there's no crime if it ends in blood
Or in unease
It's just how things are
Those are the rules of this game
I didn't tell you about the time
I felt like I was in the afterlife
I didn't tell you about the time
I mixed up a few things
I didn't tell you about the time I felt
Like it was going to be the last time
Some things don't hurt as much anymore
When you let them go
When the executioner becomes a cripple
It's time to make a choice
Whether to keep taking the hits
And stay lying down
Or face the gate
And jump to the other side
It doesn't hurt as much anymore
It doesn't hurt as much anymore
